After being stabbed to death by my junior brother

Shen Qiuting reckoned that his injury was a bit serious, and the hand holding the skull's head was a little weak.

But if you really want to fall like this and roll in the river of blood, it's not the treatment that a living person deserves at all.

The cold air of the twelfth lunar month and the bloody smell in the water mixed together, almost making him lose his ability to think.

Shen Qiuting immediately asked for assistance from the sidelines, and shouted: "Master Immortal! Please save your life!"

Seeing that Shen Qiuting's situation was not right, Bai Guanchen's expression became serious, and he blocked Ji Mingchuan for a moment with his spiritual power. He was about to rush over to rescue him, but found that a magic circle had been set up around him at some point, and he couldn't get out. .

Ji Mingchuan sneered: "Since the two of you are so ignorant of flattery, you might as well stay and make a blood sacrifice for me."

Bai Guanchen looked at Shen Qiuting who was at the critical moment, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head.

It seemed that someone told him that the boy could not die, absolutely not.

He frowned, the cultivation bottleneck that had been forcibly suppressed on his body was torn apart by the violent fluctuation of the sea of ​​consciousness.

Chaotic spiritual power filled the meridians, and the spirit sword in Bai Guanchen's hand that was condensed with spiritual power and dimmed due to injury solidified again.

Just looking carefully, this newly condensed spirit sword is not the color of pure spiritual power, but is mixed with traces of red, faintly revealing a violent and ominous atmosphere.

Bai Guanchen made a trick, and with a flat stroke of the sword in his hand, the cage around him was like fragile glass, covered with cracks like spider webs, and then shattered completely.

He didn't care about the blood stains on his hands drawn by the black devil energy, and flew towards Shen Qiuting's direction.

On the other side, Shen Qiuting finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell straight into the river of blood.

The bloody smell mixed with the demonic energy made his eyes hurt.

The moment he almost touched the surging blood, a force suddenly threw him into the air.

Shen Qiuting immediately seized the opportunity, used his strength to stabilize his body, and fell towards the bone bridge again.

The touch of landing is not a hard bone, but a somewhat cool embrace.

Shen Qiuting blinked his eyes, took a breath, and smiled slowly: "Oh, what a coincidence that Xianjun came."

The corners of his lips were still stained with blood, but this smile was very bright.

Bai Guanchen stared at him for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand, and gently wiped away the blood on the corner of his lips.

Shen Qiuting was made hairy by his action, only then did he realize that Bai Guanchen looked at him a little strangely.

It's as if... the dog saw the long-lost meat bun.

Shen Qiuting was taken aback by his brain, and hurriedly jumped out of Bai Guanchen's arms.

Unknowingly when a white figure floated in the blood river, she stood in the middle of the blood river and turned her head to meet Shen Qiuting's gaze.

It was Zhou Xiaoyun who threw herself into the river last night.

The power that suddenly appeared and lifted Shen Qiuting up just now also came from her.

She didn't die last night, it seems that she got some chance.

Shen Qiuting breathed a sigh of relief, and saluted her solemnly, thanking her for saving her life.

Zhou Xiaoyun nodded at him indifferently, turned around and looked in another direction.

I don't know when there was a thick fog around, and the fog was rolling in the direction Zhou Xiaoyun was looking at.

There was a person vaguely trapped in the mist, and it seemed to be Ji Mingchuan.

This mist seems to have some weird power, even the cultivators in the Void Refining Stage couldn't get out of it for a while.

No wonder they wasted so much time on the bridge and didn't see him come over to be a demon.

Not knowing when Ji Mingchuan would come out, Shen Qiuting didn't want to waste time, and said to Bai Guanchen beside him, "Xianjun, let's cross the bridge first."

Bai Guanchen didn't respond, just looked at him quietly, as if he disappeared after seeing him.

Shen Qiuting finally found out what was wrong.

He tentatively waved his hand in front of Bai Guanchen and asked, "Xianjun?"

Bai Guanchen grabbed his hand and held it tightly in his palm.

Shen Qiuting's expression became serious.

His appearance... seems to be insane.

If a cultivator goes wrong with his spiritual power and state of mind during his cultivation, it will lead to insanity, which can range from mild to severe.With Bai Guanchen's appearance like this, he seemed to be agitated by the chaotic aura, and his mind was not clear.

At the end of the fog and bones, a wooden door appeared.The wooden door is embedded in the darkness on the other side of the river, knowing no good or bad.

In all likelihood, what Ji Mingchuan wanted was inside the wooden door.

On the other side, a few patches of black devilish energy were faintly revealed in the rolling mist, and Ji Mingchuan was expected to come out soon.

Shen Qiuting weighed quickly, took Bai Guanchen's hand and rushed into the wooden door in two or three steps.

Ji Mingchuan managed to break through the thick fog, just in time to see two people entering the door.

Sensing someone entering, the wooden door slowly closed, and the bone bridge leading to the wooden door also quietly spread out, turning into countless bones again and being submerged in a river of blood.

Fall short.

Ji Mingchuan held his breath in his heart, his face was livid with anger.

Zhou Xiaoyun was still standing quietly in the middle of the blood river, her fingertips as pale as white paper pinched a complicated and weird formula.

A pitch-black phoenix-tailed butterfly appeared from her fingertips, and then quietly submerged into Ji Mingchuan's body under the cover of night.

Ji Mingchuan seemed to sense something was wrong, and looked inside, but found nothing abnormal.

Zhou Xiaoyun touched the silver bell tied to her wrist, and the corners of her lips curled up inconspicuously.

This phoenix-tailed butterfly came from the black air outside, even if Ji Mingchuan was a great power in the Void Refinement Stage, he couldn't find it.

God's will let her meet the murderer who killed her in the whole town. When she has enough strength, she will naturally crush this person.

She relaxed her body, allowing the cold blood to engulf herself again.

There is ample time.

Although it was created by sorcery, the scene inside the wooden door was not a dragon's pool and a tiger's lair, but an ordinary room.

A plank bed, a table, and three simple stools. On the table was a porcelain vase with a bunch of withered flowers in it.

There are dust removal formations engraved on the four walls of the room. The room is clean and spacious, giving it a warm home-like feel.

The door to the room quietly disappeared the moment they entered.

Shen Qiuting looked back at the empty wall, feeling a little headache.

I don't know what kind of road is here, so I can only take one step at a time.

Shen Qiuting was observing the environment in the room, while Bai Guanchen followed him without stopping.

He was afraid that he would not be able to see the strangeness in the room due to his lack of cultivation, and wanted to let Bai Guanchen take a look, but when he turned around and saw Bai Guanchen's appearance, he sighed silently.

They are all insane, it's better not to move their aura.

Shen Qiuting didn't care about anything else, took him to a stool and sat down, carefully inspected the injuries on Bai Guanchen's body, saw countless fine wounds on his hands, frowned, and asked, "What's the matter?" Made it?"

The fine wounds fell on the fair skin, and it was a dazzling bright red, which was a bit shocking to look at.

As if feeling his bad mood, Bai Guanchen's slender eyelashes trembled, and he subconsciously hid his hands back.

Shen Qiuting laughed angrily at his action: "Stretch out your hand."

Bai Guanchen hesitated for a moment, but obediently stretched out his hand.

Shen Qiuting calmed down a lot, frowned and looked at his hands carefully, and asked again: "Have you brought the medicine?"

Bai Guanchen obediently took out the wound medicine from the Qiankun bag.

Shen Qiuting poured the wound medicine on Bai Guanchen's bruised hands, lowered his head, and slowly wiped the powder away with his hands.

A strand of his hair hangs down as he lowers his head, sweeping across Bai Guanchen's skin, causing a slight itchiness.

Bai Guanchen lowered his eyes, staring at Shen Qiuting's shiny black hair, the chaotic sea of ​​consciousness gradually calmed down.

It seems that as long as this person is in front of him, those desperate and chaotic emotions will be tamed.

After Shen Qiuting finished taking the medicine, he was slightly taken aback by looking at Bai Guanchen's eyes, and asked, "What else is wrong?"

Bai Guanchen said obediently: "Headache."

Seeing him like this, Shen Qiuting felt a little worried.

According to his deduction, Bai Guanchen should not be like this once or twice, if every time he has a seizure, he seems to have lost his mind, and listens to what others say, their master's family's wealth is not enough to defeat them.

Shen Qiuting, full of senior brother's sense of responsibility, couldn't help but began to make troubles. While rubbing Bai Guanchen's temples, he taught: "In the future, you don't need to listen to what others say. If others ask you to ask for a Qiankun bag, you still want to give it?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he felt that it was really useless to say such things according to his current status, so he pressed Bai Guanchen hard on the head angrily.

Bai Guanchen looked up at him suspiciously, and said, "I only listen to you."

He thought for a while, then untied the Qiankun bag hanging from his waist, lifted the personal restraint above, and pushed in Shen Qiuting's direction, the meaning was obvious—all for you.

Through the opened mouth of the bag, one can vaguely see a bright light of Lingshi Lingbao.

Bai Guanchen has a good background and is a high-ranking monk, so the net worth in Qiankun's bag is naturally rich.

Shen Qiuting was dazzled by the light inside, shamefully moved, put the Qiankun bag back into Bai Guanchen's hand, and comforted him perfunctorily: "You put it away first, I'll ask you to get it when I'm short of money." .”

After hearing this sentence, Bai Guanchen put away the Qiankun bag with confidence.

He should take good care of it for him.

Shen Qiuting checked the person over and over again, and seeing that there was no external injury, he coaxed Bai Guanchen onto the wooden bed, put him in a training posture, and said: "Then follow the formula I recited to exercise spiritual power, you know? "

Bai Guanchen's eyes were glued to him, and he nodded obediently.

Shen Qiuting sighed, stretched out his hand to cover his eyelids, and said with a straight face, "Close your eyes."

The palm was brushed gently by the long eyelashes.

Shen Qiuting felt a little awkward for some reason, let go of her hands, thinking that coaxing children is not so tiring.

Seeing that Bai Guanchen had calmed down, he began to recite the "Pure Heart Jue" in Lingyun Pavilion.

After reciting it back and forth four or five times, seeing that Bai Guanchen's state had stabilized, Shen Qiuting just stopped talking and found a random place to sit down.

He can give medicine for external injuries, and Bai Guanchen has to deal with the most dangerous spiritual injuries by himself.

Shen Qiuting remembered that before his death in his previous life, Bai Guanchen obviously didn't have this problem, and he didn't know what happened in the past hundred years.

He thought about it in a mess, and gradually relaxed, and suddenly felt a little pain in his eyes.

Probably because he was burned by the messy breath when he crossed the Baigu Bridge just now.

Shen Qiuting rubbed his eyes, didn't take it seriously, and continued to watch Bai Guanchen recover.